Behind it there’s a big giant weird old house out by the ocean. I can’t wait to explore this bitch. Theres all types of old school cupboards and rooms and whatnot. So old some guys name “Frank Jacobs” I guess from when door name tags were your form of ID, like otherwise they wouldn’t know who lived there. Put his name on the door on my birthday 54 years ago and it’s still there.
Living in San Francisco is going to be badass.
